Dreaming of Safety

Nobody tells you how growing up in a dysfunctional family shapes the way you dream.
You don’t grow up picturing red carpets or corner offices.
You dream of mornings without tension.
Of a kitchen where laughter isn’t forced, and footsteps don’t echo with fear.
You dream of a dinner table where nobody walks on eggshells… where silence doesn’t mean punishment, and love doesn’t have to be earned.